歌词
Verse 1:
In the creeping fog of night,
Where moonlight can’t be seen,
Tiny footprints mark a plight
On a path so unseen.
Whispers crawl beneath the skin,
In the garden’s twisted maze,
Unspoken fears that slowly spin
Through shadowed, tangled haze.
Chorus:
Gnomes in the garden, watching from the gloom,
Eyes like hollow lanterns in the darkest room.
Voices soft and creeping, murmurs in the dirt,
Feel their chilling presence, feel their spiteful hurt.
Verse 2:
Rustling leaves and shifting stones,
In the heart of stolen dreams,
Gnarled hands that rake the bones
Of fears that shadowed screams.
Their laughter like a serrated knife,
Cuts through the silent dread,
Each chuckle carves a sliver of
The nightmares in your head.
Chorus:
Gnomes in the garden, watching from the gloom,
Eyes like hollow lanterns in the darkest room.
Voices soft and creeping, murmurs in the dirt,
Feel their chilling presence, feel their spiteful hurt.
Bridge:
A lantern's glow, so faint and thin,
Shadows twist and coil,
In their eyes, a darkened sin
Where the secrets of the soil.
They know your name, they know your fears,
Each breath a whispered plea,
Their ancient eyes shed ancient tears
For what’s been lost to thee.
Chorus:
Gnomes in the garden, watching from the gloom,
Eyes like hollow lanterns in the darkest room.
Voices soft and creeping, murmurs in the dirt,
Feel their chilling presence, feel their spiteful hurt.
Outro:
When you turn to leave the night,
And try to shut the door,
Remember the gnomes’ twisted plight,
Their whispers evermore.
In every shadow, in every creak,
They’ll linger and remain,
A chilling presence, cold and bleak,
Embedded in your brain.
